I grew up here. In a vacation town where scenery and silence are abundant. Where the roads are two laned and the neighbors know everything about you. But this jagged shoreline and I; we have a tenuous kinship…

You can hear all about it over on the Squam Art Workshops podcast

In the days before his death, there was a flurry of activity. From his bedside, my mom asked if we’d bring supplies for a banana cream pie that he’d requested. I knitted away at the fingerless gloves he’d also asked for…

You can read more of what I wrote and pick up the pattern for the Carved Willows Hat in Taproot Magazine’s 43rd Issue: Roots